<h3><SPAN name="THE_SWEDISH_MOTHER" id="THE_SWEDISH_MOTHER"></SPAN>THE SWEDISH MOTHER<br/> <span class="subhd">(NEBRASKA)</span></h3>
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<span class="iq"><i><span class="letra">“Y</span>ou shall hear the tale again—</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Hush, my red-haired daughter.”</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Brightly burned the sunset gold</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>On the black pond water.</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>Red the pasture ridges gleamed</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Where the sun was sinking.</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Slow the windmill rasped and wheezed</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Where the herd was drinking.</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>On the kitchen doorstep low</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Sat a Swedish mother;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>In her arms one baby slept,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>By her sat another.</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="iq"><span class="letra">“A</span>ll time, ’way back in old countree,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Your grandpa, he been good to me.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Your grandpa, he been young man, too,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And I been yust li’l’ girl, like you.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">All time in spring, when evening come,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We go bring sheep an’ li’l’ lambs home.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">We go big field, ’way up on hill,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Ten times high like our windmill.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">One time your grandpa leave me wait<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While he call sheep down. By de gate<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I sit still till night come dark;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Rabbits run an’ strange dogs bark,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Old owl hoot, an’ your modder cry,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">She been so ’fraid big bear come by.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_53" id="page_53">{53}</SPAN></span><br/></span>
<span class="i0">Last, ’way off, she hear de sheep,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Li’l’ bells ring and li’l’ lambs bleat.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then all sheep come over de hills,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Big white dust, an’ old dog Nils.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Then come grandpa, in his arm<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Li’l’ sick lamb dat somet’ing harm.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">He so young then, big and strong,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Pick li’l’ girl up, take her ’long,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Poor li’l’ tired girl, yust like you,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Lift her up an’ take her too.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Hold her tight an’ carry her far,—<br/></span>
<span class="i0">’Ain’t no light but yust one star.<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Sheep go ‘bah-h,’ an’ road so steep;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Li’l’ girl she go fast asleep.”<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>Every night the red-haired child</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Begs to hear the story,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>When the pasture ridges burn</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>With the sunset glory.</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>She can never understand,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Since the tale ends gladly,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Why her mother, telling it,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Always smiles so sadly.</i><br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>Wonderingly she looks away</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>Where her mother’s gazing;</i><br/></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Only sees the drifting herd,</i><br/></span>
<span class="i3"><i>In the sunset grazing.</i><br/></span>
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_54" id="page_54">{54}</SPAN></span></div>
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